The Soldier of the Ming Dynasty

Due to the inferior equipment of the Ming army, officers and soldiers are really well differentiated.

As far as the Ming army is concerned, as long as it is wearing armor, it must be an official, at least it is the general flag, or even the general upward.

At this time, Li Yuanqing was surrounded by people in the center of his silver armor. This real slave hardly needed to think about it. Li Yuanqing must be a key figure in the Ming army.

Soon, under the cover of more than a dozen strong men of the Han Army flag, he had already broken through a hole in the defense of the Ming army in front of him and rushed towards Li Yuanqing.

At this time, Li Yuanqing also found the action of the real slave and couldn't help sneering.

It was easy for the later Jin army to distinguish the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, but it was not difficult for the Ming army to distinguish whether they were real slaves.

Like the Ming army, zhennu, as the master, was bound to be surrounded by Han Army flag soldiers. Moreover, on their backs, there were various small flags, which were also the embodiment of military achievements and identity. The more valiant the true slaves were, the more small flags they had behind them.

"Be careful, my Lord."

Seeing that the real slave was getting closer and closer, shunzi was the first one to rush over and stop Li Yuanqing. He was afraid that the real slave would burst up.

After all, Li Yuanqing was very satisfied with shunzi's reaction, but he waved his hand to let shunzi step aside. "Shunzi, you're not his opponent. I'll do it. "

Li Yuanqing said, already holding his own steel knife.

Seeing that Li Yuanqing didn't hide, he seemed to have a fight with him. He couldn't help laughing. He looked like a living ghost.

Shunzi wanted to say something else. At this time, the real slave of the Han Army flag had already reached the top. Shunzi had no choice but to deal with the scum first.

And Li Yuanqing's close soldiers were soon harassed by other slaves of this real slave, and had to be distracted to deal with it.

At this time, at the head of the city, in the battle line of the Ming army, surrounded by Li Yuanqing's headquarters, the real slave actually dared to kill in alone, without fear.

Even Li Yuanqing has to admire his courage.

Nvzhen is dissatisfied with ten thousand, and man is invincible.

The Nuzhen soldiers, who are at their peak, are by no means comparable to their descendants who only know how to eat, drink, whore and gamble, fight dogs and walk birds.

For a moment, the real slave had come to Li Yuanqing. With a dull smile, he suddenly waved his hammer and swung it towards Li Yuanqing's head.

Although he had never been in contact with him, Li Yuanqing had already known that he was very strong, just by looking at his movements and strength.

At the critical moment, Li Yuanqing didn't dare to neglect him. He tumbled down to attack the real slave's footwall.

Li Yuanqing had already seen that the real slave was almost armed to the teeth, with only feet and leather boots, and there was no enough protection.

This really slave didn't expect Li Yuanqing to be so insidious that he did not fight him head-on. He actually walked down the road of abuse.

He Yin voice a smile, the fierce light in the eyes reveals, "humble mud Kan, looking for death."

With that, he suddenly took back the hammer and smashed it down.

Li Yuanqing's seven souls were scared out of his six senses. The tartar on dog's Day is just like a bull, and he moves so fast. It's unscientific.

But when the crisis came, Li Yuanqing did not dare to think about it. He quickly rolled to the side and slashed the real slave's back with a sharp knife.

After all, the real slave had too much armour on his body, which was heavy. He was also able to handle the front direction. However, Li Yuanqing raided its back, and for a time, he had no time to turn back.

With a click, Li Yuanqing's steel knife had already hit his back.

But to Li Yuanqing's horror, the steel knife only split his outer layer of iron armor, but inside, how can't cut down, as if met with hard steel in general.

The real slave coughed bitterly. He suddenly turned around, looked at Li Yuanqing coldly, and said in raw Chinese, "you're dead, humble minggou."

He said, again waved the sledgehammer, suddenly waved to Li Yuanqing.

At this time, Li Yuanqing really understood the real slave's fighting power. The dog was just like a wild animal. Every move and every type of move came directly to kill people. It was totally different from all the opponents that Li Yuanqing's predecessor had contacted.

Even Hong Qiang with the same brute force, I'm afraid, is not the opponent of the real slave.

But at this time, all his relatives and soldiers were already involved in the real slave's flag slave of Han army. In a short time, Li Yuanqing could not get support, so he had to brave his head and entangle with the real slave like a beast.

Li Yuanqing didn't dare to face hard gang with him. Relying on his height and arm length, he dodged again and again.

It's like that top fight, Tyson, like a beast, against Holyfield.

Holyfield in the strength is not dominant, relying on his own flexible pace, constantly depleting Tyson's physical strength, infuriating his emotions, and finally, the world champion Tyson was cut off.

At this time, although Li Yuanqing was not as dashing as Holyfield, he was young, strong and strong, full of physical strength, and occupied the home court advantage, barely able to cope with it.Not long ago, the real slave had already swung dozens of hammers, but Li Yuanqing avoided them one by one.

Through his breathing rhythm, Li Yuanqing has already understood that this dog day is not a fairy. He is tired, and his movements are no longer as quick and cruel as before.

In the face of him once again, Li Yuanqing suddenly sneered, "dog, you're dead."

Before the words fell, Li Yuanqing turned over and chopped the steel knife into the wrist of the real slave's body.

The real slave's physical strength has been reduced, and his reaction has been somewhat slow. What's more, Li Yuanqing would suddenly attack at this time. He was unable to respond for a while, so he had to jump up in a hurry to avoid Li Yuanqing's fierce attack.

However, Li Yuanqing had been prepared, and had already come to the back of the real slave.

Like a predatory tiger, Li Yuanqing's whole body burst into force, gathering almost all his strength. With the weight of his whole body, he ran hard against the real slave's back.

The real slave just jumped up, but he himself was not stable. At this time, under Li Yuanqing's almost desperate impact, he could no longer stabilize his footwall. A "dog eating excrement" directly fell to the ground.

Li Yuanqing didn't want to let go of this opportunity and rushed to the real slave's body. He grabbed his money rat's braid and wiped it violently towards his neck with the steel knife in his hand, according to his painful head.

Li Yuanqing didn't know what the sound was. It was like cutting spareribs and cutting cartilage. The next moment, a hot liquid erupted from his neck, splashing Li Yuanqing's face.

Li Yuanqing instinctively licked it with his tongue. It was salty and the taste of blood.

After an instant, the real slave's body was no longer struggling. The hammer in his hand suddenly loosened and his head fell on the ground.

"Ah. Tartars on dog days. Come on. Come on -- "

Li Yuanqing came back to his senses and cut off the head of the real slave with a knife. It was like crazy, crazy roar.

At this time, the soldiers around him reacted. Seeing that Li Yuanqing was so brave, his morale was greatly shaken.

"Your Majesty is mighty."

"Your Majesty is mighty."

"You will win..."

The flag slave of Han army who rushed up to the scene was totally stupid. They didn't expect that batulu, who was conferred the title by Han himself, should have died under the knife of such an unknown Ming army officer. How could they get it?

In a moment, the slaves of the Han Army flag also reacted and charged frantically towards Li Yuanqing. They had to take back the body of the real slave.

On the one hand, if the corpse of batulu can be recovered, these soldiers of the Han Army Flag will get a lot of his property and be exempted from death penalty.

Otherwise, the master is dead and the slave is still alive. This is something that Nuzhen master will never allow to happen.

This is also the rule of a Jurchen. If a soldier dies in battle, someone else takes his body back and takes him back to his hometown, he can get half of his property.

However, by this time, the morale of the Ming army around had been completely brought up by Li Yuanqing. How could they let these flag slaves of the Han Army rush to the Lord Li Yuanqing and fight against them one after another to form a human flesh defense line.

Li Yuanqing did not step back, and looked at the scene coldly.

Although he cherished the soldiers enough, Li Yuanqing also found that his soldiers were far from the real slaves, not to mention the real slaves, even compared with the flag slaves of the Han army.

But this is not a natural disadvantage, but a lack of war experience and training.

At this time, the resources were limited, and Li Yuanqing could not guarantee that every brother under his command could retire completely.

The real gold is only seen when the waves are scouring the sand.

It can't be blamed for Li Yuanqing's cruelty.

If you want to get on Li Yuanqing's "Noah's Ark", the children under his command must show their true abilities.

……

Deep in the city, the battle around Li Yuanqing lasted for a quarter of an hour before it gradually stopped.

Although the banners and slaves of the Han army were brave, they had gone deep into the hinterland of the Ming army. Without any follow-up support, how could they, even though they were Dalao immortals, be able to defeat the crowd attack of Li Yuanqing's army?

In the end, one by one, they were exhausted and fell to the cold ground.

However, although it was a little quiet here, the battle was more intense on the sandbag stairs on the other side of the city wall. Li Yuanqing did not dare to neglect him. He quickly ordered the soldiers around him to go up quickly and block the opening opened by the Jin army.

Soon, these soldiers rushed forward one after another, and the other two added their total strength to the front of the battle. Li Yuanqing was a little relieved.

But looking around, Li Yuanqing's heart, but can not say the pain.

Although we have exterminated this sub unit of nearly 20 people, the cost we have paid is not without tragedy.

As far as Li Yuanqing's eyes could see, at least more than 30 children under his command fell on the cold wall together with their opponents, and countless wounded people were injured.Except for the two or three people killed by the real slave, the rest were all the achievements of his banner slaves of the Han army.

Li Yuanqing couldn't help but roar.

The Great Han nationality, the descendants of the Chinese and the descendants of the gods, have fallen to such a level

It is said that it is against zhennu, but more than 80% of them are fighting between Han people. What kind of irony should this be?

But if the soldiers are not willing to give up their lives and death, how can the soldiers return?

Li Yuanqing couldn't help but think of the wise man of the state of Chu at that time. He said, "it's a long way to go. I'll go up and down and ask for help..."

For a moment, Li Yuanqing's eyes became more and more firm.

The blood of his companion could not defeat his will and the power of later Jin Dynasty was not the reason.

The Great Han nationality has a history of 5000 years, and many heroes and talents emerge in large numbers.

How can this ancient orthodox civilization be castrated by the butcher's knife of the barbarians? How can we let the darkness of later generations reappear?

As Mencius said, "in five hundred years, there will be king."

Even if the road ahead is full of thorns,

even if there is a lot of criticism after death,

even if there are white bones around me,

even if there is no whole body on the verge of death

None of this can be a reason to block the advance of the Han nationality.

Li Yuanqing's big hand suddenly pierced through the skull cavity of the real slave, and the red and white things flowed across. He looked up to the sky like crazy and howled, "come on. Come on. If you want to take the head of Laozi, come on! "